Top Voted Realistic Fiction

Here is the top voted realistic fiction:

The rose on my dresser drawer finally died. Its petals shriveled up and it breathed in and out one last time. It inhaled the pizza leftovers in the Papa John’s cardboard box and my sister’s cotton candy body fragrance. In utter silence, it... (more »)

The swings in the playground swang like trees in a wind. A little ways away laying on their backs in the tall, dry grass Pietro, Lenina, and Henry Green lay beneath the hot summer sunset. The sky looked like orange juice with big, pink tinted... (more »)

it's not that i don't love you. it's the sound of glass candles hitting the wall after my stepdad got so drunk he forgot his name. we were halfway to the hospital that night after my mom stabbed him with a steak knife before he wanted to go back... (more »)

We were so young—22 and with nothing but bright skies and open road ahead. The windows were down and the warm sun filled my car, dappling the dashboard and dancing along the hot seats. Our cars were packed with duffle bags, dirty laundry,... (more »)

Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock ticks away the seconds, counting down to an invisible deadline. Always counting. I stare at the ceiling above my head, which has gotten ever closer to me as time has gone by. This room used to seem like a... (more »)

The Road to Riches Once upon a time, there was a young man who desired riches. He truly wanted to be rich, but he did not know the steps that he had to take to get there. He had heard of a wise, old man who had become very rich and successful... (more »)

My Spot Well there I was, as usual, sitting on my spot. It was the perfect spot. It was a small cliff on the mountain, the same mountain my house was perched on. It was the only mountain in a whole county of flat land. I loved it. I can’t... (more »)

My brother was a plain looking boy. He didn’t stand out much. He was an ordinary teenaged boy with an ordinary report card which reflected his ordinary school and after school life. He was so ordinary looking, that he blends in like a... (more »)

When I moved from Maine to California, I was optimistic. Happy. The first few days were good. Mostly people asking asking questions and giving compliments. But after the first week, there were no more questions or compliments. No one wanted to... (more »)

Beep, beep, beep, beep! The alarm clock rang with no mercy. I was forced to open my eyes. I wanted to press the snooze button again but in the past 20 minutes I’ve pressed it four times. I would be late if I didn’t wake up. I would’ve... (more »)

He first saw it by accident. It’s an ordinary winter evening, and he, like everyone else, is rushing back home down Winry Street to seek shelter from the frigid cold. And then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a glint of gold. He... (more »)

Jack and I walk into the coffee shoppe and get in line to order. We order what we always do: he gets a flat white and I get hot chocolate because I can’t handle real coffee. The barista Amelia adds jasmine whipped cream to Jack’s drink,... (more »)

I glanced at the clock again. The time read as 1:00 A.M. I sighed and looked at the blank document on my computer. The stupid view of the cursor, blinking on the blank page of the research paper I am suppose to be working on. As I look at the... (more »)

Yosemite is constantly changing. From it’s ecology to it’s geology, everyday is a whole new adventure. Hiking throughout the wilderness and studying the various vegetation. The sweet aroma of the Ponderosa Pines and Giant Sequoias fill my... (more »)

He ith The Room And He With The Tools He noticed how quickly she had woken up, didn't even take an hour. This caught him off guard, which was a little peculiar since he was never caught of guard. Now, lets get three things straight, everyone... (more »)

Every other Tuesday, at exactly 3:10 PM, here I sit, in the over-cushioned and uncomfortably green chairs made out of a completely unidentifiable material that makes the undersides of my legs itch when I stand up. In the same room, across from... (more »)